I stop pouring myself a glass of water when the door opens once more and Cullen walks in, shaking off the snow from his large shoulders. Cullen has dark brown hair, cut short and shaven on one side. His warm brown eyes seem to match his warm and husky voice I remember.

“Wynn, my love. How are you?” he asks me, making a memory flash into my head and the glass drop from my hand.

“My love, it’s always been you from the moment you slapped me around the face for suggesting you needed help building a bird nest house in school,” Cullen says, making me laugh as he holds my hands tightly in his and lowers himself down onto one knee. I didn't expect him to propose to me today, not a day after I married one of his friends. All my men don’t mind sharing me, it’s never been an issue and we all agreed that I would marry them all but I just didn’t expect this. My Cullen, who is kind, handsome and would do anything for others. I catch a glance at the claw tattoo on his chest through his shirt, knowing if I say yes it will go next to Shan’s tattoo.

“You should know better than to suggest a girl can’t build something with tools, girls are far stronger than we look you know,” I say, winding him up a little as tears fall down my cheeks.

“And you were right. You proved to me that you can do anything, and be anything you want. I was a lonely boy, who didn’t speak to anyone and you made me into the man I am today.”

“Cullen,” I whisper.

“I never want to be apart from you, I never want to spend a moment of my life where I’m not next to your side. No matter what life throws at us, I want to be with you. Will you marry me?” he asks and I throw myself into his arms, knocking him to the ground as I scream,

“Yes!”.

“What is it? Are you okay?” Cullen asks me, as I blink my eyes open, seeing him standing right in front of me. I throw my arms around his shoulders and he holds me just as tightly as I’m pulled off the ground into his arms.

“I remember you proposing, I remember how I felt. It’s not a lot but- “

“Doesn’t matter, it will all come back and if they don’t, I will spend the rest of my life making new memories for you to keep,” he says, making my heart pound with every word. I lean forward, brushing my lips against his soft ones, feeling the memory of kissing him but not what happened around it.

“Take me for a walk outside? I need to see what I remember little bits of. What is real and is not,” I ask him as I pull away, and he smiles.

“I would love to, my love,” he says, sliding me down his body. Cullen shows me where my boots, socks and hat are before I put them all on and he opens the door. The snow is falling lightly onto the already snow filled ground as I look around. When I step outside, I can see dozens of huts, in rows next to ours and there’s a campfire in the middle of a clearing just outside our hut. I see Shan, Diego and Fen sitting around the fire. They laugh together, and I watch as Shan pats Fen on the shoulder.

“You are all close.”

“We all are,” Cullen corrects me, before taking my hand in his and walking us to the left. I look up, seeing the small mountain in the distance but nothing other than snow for miles. We walk silently down the rows of houses, not seeing a single person until we get to the main town. It’s amazing, just like I can remember it being. There’s one huge ice hut in the middle, with a star on top of it that shines a red colour. Hundreds of people are walking around, sledges are being pulled by large dogs of all colours and the owners ride on them through the snow. There are fires in covered up pots making paths towards the large hut in the middle.

“We shouldn’t go there, it’s the council building and people are going to want to speak to you about everything,” Cullen whispers but I have a feeling, a need, to walk in there. I have to.

“I’m going in, you can come or not,” I tell him, before walking through the snow. I pause when the first people to see me stop in their tracks. They lower their heads slightly, a show of respect I think, before waiting for me to say something. Cullen catches up to me, sliding his hand into mine and carries on walking next to me when I finally move. Everyone we pass does the same thing, stopping and lowering their heads, watching me for something. I don’t question it, or them, having the feeling that this is normal. We walk straight down the path shoveled out in the snow towards the hut, which has large leather fabric stretched across the entrance. I push it open, before walking in and stopping as the room goes silent. There are at least fifty people in here who stop what they are doing to watch me. In the middle of the room is a large table, with seven seats which are all empty. The room has pillars that reach the top of the ceiling and fabrics with a dragon symbol on them spread around.

“Eowynn, you are back?” An older man says, running over to me and taking my hand in his. The moment his hand touches mine, a flash of memories assaults my head, making me fall to the ground.